1 Milk and Soap
"Yes"!
The slapping of wet skin is heard through the wooden walls, as I hold her round heart shaped bottom with a grip that is going to leave bruises.
"Oh gods"! the bar keep at the inn I am staying in screams.
I don't change my tempo or let her clawing on my back slow me down.
My head leans against the same wall her back is pressed against.
I feel her tighten around me as her fluids squirt all over my pelvis.
She claws at my back wanting me to slow down and thrust faster at the same time.
"Usejas blessings"! she screams as I continue with the same rythem.
Her blonde hair fills my nose as the name 'Useja' brings back memories I need to forget.
That fucking church.
Those fucking followers.
The sound of flayed skin being whipped fills my ears.
The smile from 'him' as he threw me into the cage with all the others to be carted off.
The last words my mother told me before the hot knife of betrayel bit into my back.
"Karn"!
She mistakes my growl for me being finished and holds onto my hips tights.
I thrust for the last time and then push off the wall, much to her disappointment.
"No"!
"Inside my lord"! she begs but I push her off and give her a lazy smile.
"That's ganna cost you extra love" I wink and bring my pants up with a wave of my hand.
"How much" she asks panting and reaching into her sack of stones in her bosom.
"More than you can afford susu" I say, while squeezing the round bottom that can be seen under her frilly dress.
The room is the best they have.
Meaning it is complete shit.
There is only a table and bed made of hay in the small room.
Fort Royal is not like Idris or the Northern Mara Kingdom, it is not made for civilians.
Fort Royal is the north of Sasau which is the forward base on the war against the Olim in the south.
It is a large post for soldiers, ships can be seen sailing in the sky as they bring in supplies and personal.
My silver hair falls in front of me as I light my pipe full of shire leaves with a snap of a finger.
A trick taught by an old friend, a dead friend.
Like so many others.
'Host toxicity leve-'.
'Shut the fuck up' I say to the annoying voice I named Sap.
It has been in my head since the day I ran west from the church.
Before House Mara found me.
Before Veil found me.
Before Heela trained me.
I peak through the blinds through the only window, the reason why I even come here.
Seeing the pale skin black haired girl cutting leather in front of the shop for the seventeenth time calms me, and the 'dirty' blood is soothed.
The bar keep sees a six foot tall, silver haired man with blue eyes and light brown skin.
In reality I am only sixteen, my mixed blood makes me look older.
"My lord, it is our duty to the gods to provide blessed children" the barkeep says hugging me from behind.
"If you're ready for round two you should just say so" I smile.
As I am about to drop the curtains I see another hooded figure in an identical green robe as me.
They remove their hood and smile at the black haired girl, exchanging a few words.
My heart stops and I push 'barkeep' off.
The youth has black hair with natural brown highlights.
His lazy eyes can be seen from here, he is a few inches shorter than me but I would recognize him anywhere.
'Warning, host is in imminent danger'.
'Warning, host is in imminent danger'.
Sap throws out the warning that has saved my life dozens of times.
When I first met him I didn't even give him a second glance.
Until sap kept throwing out the warning every time I was around him.
'I get it, shut the fuck up' I reply.
He walks away and as he does he looks up, locking eyes with me.
"We're ganna have to pick this up later" I drawl with a lazy smile and walk out of the room.
I walk outside in a steady pace.
Turning the corner I walk into the alley of the two story wood tavern.
"How you doing Soap"?
I ask the darkness while taking a drag from my pipe.
"Oh you know, same dungeon different dragon" a soft voice replies.
His words make my eye twitch as I remember our last assignment.
"What's the good word"? I ask while my hand squeezes the wand at my waist tight.
The man himself wasn't malicious, he just brings some horrible luck with him.
Last time we went on assignment together the blood ran so thick even the druids couldn't stomach it.
"We have orders, she wants us in Torin" Soap replies.
"I'm on leave" I reply with a shrug.
A mixed race brown boy steps out of the shadows of the alley.
I swear the darkness rolls behind him... like it misses him.
"The target is Wolin" he says.
As if my blood is oil, his words light a fire in my belly that threatens to burn me alive.
"I see" is my only reply as I take a long drag from my pipe.
"Get the team ready" Soap whispers and fades back into the darkness.
"What's the method of entry" I ask.
I know the Karn borders better than anyone.
Only one method will work.
The method Soap invented, and I perfected.
"High altitude, low open jump" he replies, his voice getting farther.
'Warning, host is in imminent danger' I smile as the warning goes off in my mind.
"Yes... yes I am".
